Myra’s nose twitched as she picked up on Norm’s presence in the hall. He was sweating. Myra could tell, since she had spent many, many nights obsessing over his discarded jockstraps she fished out of his garbage, and after cross referencing his sweat against the various pieces she had collected, was able to perfectly isolate his scent.
It’s called “courtship”, the nerdy mouse girl told herself.
Granted, there was an obstacle in between Myra and her destined soulmate, the towering pillar of manhood the Gods had christened Norm. Well, two obstacles: Vicky’s perky, perfect tomato tits. Myra scampered through the hall as she leaned in to overhear their conversation, carefully
positioned around a corner. Norm would be heading this way soon, she knew, since his next period with Mrs. Fletcher was down this hall.
“Vicky, babe…”Norm said, a great deal of reverence and emotion in his voice. Myra swooned the sincerity of his words almost balanced out the poison of the name he spoke.
The husky voice continued. Myra couldn’t help but peek around the corner. Norm looked emotional. Vicky looked bored. The catgirl idylly picked at her teeth with her sharp claws, absorbed in her locker’s mirror more than her boyfriend’s words.
“These last six months of dating have been the best in my life. I know we’re graduating soon, but I don’t want what we have to end.”
Myra’s eyes went wide. No, she thought. The stallion fumbled in the pocket of his letterman jacket. No! He retrieved a small, dainty box. Myra’s heart stopped as Norm got on one knee and knelt before his girlfriend.
“Babe… Will you marry me?”
The hall stopped. Vicky stopped. For a moment that seemed to hang forever, no one moved.
Finally, Vicky, her gaze passing from the mirror to her cell phone, began clicking. Her eyes never met Norm’s.
A chorus of notification sounds began to ring out through the hallway. A few people chuckled. A few averted their eyes. Some cringed.
Myra, having catfished herself into Vicky’s group chat to try and find dirt on her, fumbled for her phone.
Vicky: Anyone wanna give me a ride home? Norm made things all weird lol Vicky has removed Norm from the chat.
With tail swishing, Vicky strode past Norm, who was still kneeling on the floor, never once giving him the slightest shred of attention or regard. The hallway slowly began to churn back to life as students made their way to their next classes, or their free period. Most averted their eyes from Norm and walked around him, forming an island in the stream of activity of the hall.
Myra felt her heart sink to see her beloved crumpled to the crowd, his massive, muscular frame heavy with despair. Every cell in her tiny body ached to rush to his side… but one of Norm’s (now former) Jock friends pushed against her, the head of a tide that swept her away down the hall. There wasn’t much a tiny mouse could do to stand against the flow, and she found herself swept away into her next period.
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